I lie awake,
thinking about life
and where it took a wrong
turn.
I lie awake,
feeling things I cannot feel.
Things I am not allowed to
feel.
I lie awake,
looking at the doorway,
thinking of what lurks in the shadows.
I lie awake,
sobbing silently because
I can not cry in front of
anyone else.
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
